I don't know what it means to spit on people, but there is a saying called saliva to drive away evil spirits. It means that ghosts are afraid of people spitting, because spitting carries the yang energy of people, which is like boiling it with boiling water.
Therefore, there is a related story in "Sou Shen Ji", to the effect that a person encounters a ghost and knows that the ghost is afraid of saliva, so he spit on the ghost. As a result, the ghost turns into a sheep. The sheep was put on the market and sold.
Of course, this is only an ancient fiction, but as Mr. Lu Xun said: the fiction of the people of the Six Dynasties is almost like the daily journal news, which was not intended to be a novel at the time.
Since it is news, there will always be a source. And I believe that the "journalists" of the ancients have a higher professional ethics than the current journalists.
So no matter what the kid's intention was to spit, I immediately spit at them.
It didn't matter if I spit, the five children immediately stood up from the ground, and then, behind me, there was the inhalation sound of the villagers out of fear.
The villagers almost said in unison: "Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts."
I looked back and saw that the villagers behind me all hid away and pointed their shotguns at the five children. After spitting out, the villagers can actually see ghosts, which is incredible.
boom!
I don't know who fired a shot, and it immediately triggered a chain reaction. The "bang-bang" gun sounded endlessly, and I was so scared that I was so scared that I was accidentally hurt and hugged my head and squatted on the ground.
When the gunfire stopped and I looked up, the five children were nowhere to be found, only a few black stones on the snow.
I shouted angrily: "Who told you to shoot!"
"There are ghosts, we shoot them." Someone answered.
Don't mention too much anger in my heart. The five children are ghosts and not the living dead. If the gun has an effect on ghosts, I still need so much effort. It's all right now. The five little ghosts are scared away. What if more ghosts are brought in
Liu Deyi walked over and said, "Master Chen, everyone is too nervous, but those five little ghosts have been scared away. Let's hurry up."
I snorted dissatisfiedly, and said that in the future, no one is allowed to shoot without my instructions, and I will not be responsible if it causes more trouble. When the villagers saw me getting angry, they were busy and promised, saying that everything will listen to me in the future.
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With a helpless sigh, I walked a few steps forward to the place where the five children were playing just now, and when I looked down, my back suddenly became cold.
The stones where the five children were playing just now turned out to be black and white eyeballs. I swallowed and spit, subconsciously raised my head and looked forward, in a daze, a figure appeared at the end of the mountain stream, first, one, two, three... Soon the road ahead was crowded with people.
Those people were wearing white prison uniforms, and they all looked at us from a distance. Although I couldn't see their faces, I could really feel their grievances.
An ominous premonition instantly spread all over the body.
I don’t know when the fog around me is bigger, and the blue "line of sky" above my head is no longer visible. From the depths of the mountain stream, there are wailing sounds of "huhu" from time to time, like countless people are dying. Struggle.
And those ghosts, beautifully, seem to be approaching us.
My hairs stood up and my back was numb. If the living dead charged us, we could still use shotguns to resist, but if the ghosts had bazookas, they couldn't resist.
I immediately messed up and said: "Withdraw, withdraw, everyone quickly withdraw!"
It was too late and it was too soon. I had just finished speaking, and a strong, smelly wind blew on my face. The wind blew on the skin of the female like a knife.
The terrified villagers screamed and ran away. At this time, they understood what it means to turn their backs on their backs and be defeated. However, I am not much better than the villagers who flee in panic. I have no fighting spirit at all. I only hate my parents for having two legs less.
I was blown to the ground by the rough wind, and then rolled forward by the wind. The roaring wind was mixed with miserable wolves howling, like horses in the distance, and people in disaster. Cries for help in.
A stone blocked me, who kept rolling. I squinted my eyes and looked back. I saw countless ghosts rushing as fast as lightning. The ghosts passed through the villagers and continued to run forward. Those villagers He was immediately deboned and cut out the flesh, first only a skeleton was left, and finally even the skeleton disappeared without a trace.
Pieces of flesh and blood disappeared before my eyes, which made me feel unprecedented fear. I leaned on the stone and shrank myself into a ball, trembling with my head in my arms, waiting for the same fate to fall on me.
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When facing death, what is the first thought that comes to mind? Some people will say that they think of their loved ones, some will say that they are unfulfilled wishes, and some will say that they are reluctant to give up their wealth...
But I want to say none of these, at least I am not. Because the first thought I came up with was fear, and fear left my mind blank.
The wind blows harder and harder, and the sharp snow hits the body faintly painful, I think it should be that the flesh of my body is being removed piece by piece by evil spirits, maybe now there is only a skeleton, only the brain is left. The consciousness in here still exists, because I can't feel my hands and feet, and I don't have the consciousness to move at all.
I don’t know how long it took, I didn’t even have consciousness, and the world became extremely quiet, so quiet that people didn’t want to think about anything...
When I opened my eyes again, I found that I was still in the mountain stream, and it was pitch black all around, and I could still see the stars sprinkled on the "line of sky" when I looked up.
Am I dead? Become a lonely ghost trapped in a mountain stream
Standing up from the snow, I wanted to take a step, but fell to the ground again. There was no pain in my body. It seemed that I was really dead.
But even though I thought I was dead, there was no sadness in my heart. Instead, there was an unprecedented relief, because I no longer have to fear the evil spirits that want to put me to death. I became the same ghost as them.
After a while, my legs gradually became sensible, and I stood up again, because I couldn't tell the direction, I had to walk forward at will. I don’t know how long I’ve been walking, and a sudden trip under my feet made me almost fall. At this time, there was no snow on the ground, only some wet ground and broken stones, and the oncoming wind was also very humid and warm. Feeling in the rainy season.
Going forward, I walked for about 20 minutes. I looked up and found that not far ahead was the end of the mountain stream. Outside the mountain stream, there were still some whirling shadows of trees, swaying with the wind.
I was overjoyed and hurriedly speeded up my pace. The moment I walked out of the mountain stream, I saw the stars in the sky, the big and round moon, the lush trees and lush weeds all around, and even heard countless sweet insects. .
aim!
Suddenly, there was a cat cry, which made me clever. I'm already dead, it's still pestering me, is it dead it won't let me go!
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